Little Short Poems

Miserable [ Aug 10 2011]

I am sad without you. 

All my so - called friends,

they all make me miserable.

In this time,

the friend I'd turn to is you.

But you aren't here,

and now I am miserable.

My heart is broken,

I no longer have it in my chest.

My spirit is dying,

I think it's leaving soon.

But I'm suffering alive.

I'm suffering slowly.

If i had the strength,

to strike a dagger through my chest.

But my weak arms

won't let me.

My body is weak but it won't set me free.

Nothing is ever too happy

and nothing is ever too sad.

But some things can be miserable.